Lyrics Buddy Lembeck - Diabolic

Buddy Lembeck

Hey yo I’m not with all this industry shit man
I’m telling you these dudes is… they on some other shit
You won’t see me in some stupid bitch’s sex tape
I’ll shoot sperm in an alien’s uterus to gestate
Take DNA and fuse it with my best traits
Till Rosemary’s baby kicks through and splits her breastplate
A real headcase — you ain’t seen such a crazy animal on these drums since you
were watching Muppet babies
My life’s a living hell I’m stuck in Hades
Twistin' L’s, in this prison cell Satan custom made me
Mama raised me not to care so when 'Bolic hears suicide mission
I raise my hand and volunteer
Poppin' beer in vehicles I commandeer
Tryna steer till it’s a total wreck like muhammadeer
I need some vodka here, now I’m feeling intimate
At this hole in the wall, like power drills I spin a bit
My style is ill like salmonella, chicken shit
Cowards kneel, you can suck a sour dill with syphilis
That’s how I feel.
In town I’m still as infamous
Cuz I set out to build and found the will to finish it
Without a deal.
Ate a thousand pills from limitless
Now brilliant physicists sound like children’s gibberish
Still to intricate for them to map my genomes
When they extract the piece swabbing flesh attached to cheek bones
So you could say he met his match when he’s cloned
Two can play at that game.
Instead I’d rather be stoned
A lone gunman quiet as he goes hunting
For dead presidents grassy knoll Jackie O’s husband
Shells flying like Super Mario’s jumping
A wise man who once told police that he knows nothing
With the skeletons from my past be low tucked in
The same spot I keep tacky clothes and crappy old stuff in
I’m sho' loving hip hop at these shows bugging
Minus VH1's classy hoes and sadly Joe Budden
My happy won’t function
I’m a nasty mo’fuckin old drunken asshole
Feeling that he’s owed something
If I was ever famous like that Abbey Road junction
I’d go on Joan Lunden’s show drunk with flashy gold fronts in
Roll blunts and get a co-host to smoke some ganja
Saying «Fuck the world, that’s a message from our local sponsor»
I’m a monster that Jehovah conjured going bonkers
Born high getting more live than the cult in Contra
Golden chakra godly flow the dopest
After the throne bad to the bone like osteoporosis
At the last supper eating sloppy Joes with Moses
Then it’s adios fuck you and the maricons you roll with
Throwing blows with whoever’s swinging back at me
Mollywhopping you’re rocking the RZA’s rings from Tragedy
Think erratically no strings attached to me
Rappers say bars I’m thinking ladies drinking at them free
Will take your magazine ads to cut the excess
And paste letters to make ransom notes with funny death threats
Wearing bummy threads dressed like scruffy rednecks
With 20 friends who get their hair cut like Buddy Lembeck
Really I’m in the booth with a dusty headset
And funky breath after the same respect Doug E Fresh gets
So yes yes y’all to the beat I get mine
Diabolic signing off — fuck you till next time